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The Master of Death (And The Power of Life)	By : Marvolo Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 7464 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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This time I mean it chapters will come a lot slower for a bit... I am working on another story as we speak and I am overwhelmed and exhausted the chapters will still come but at laest for now at a slower pace. I need to set thing up just right for the the chaos. The chapter after this as hinted is going to be an emotional doozy. I have tons of things planned that should surely shock. For later in the story.
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Hermione couldn't believe it. Harry had told her he found a nice place to stay but she wasn't expecting to arrive at Fleur and Bill's beach house “Shell Cottage”.
“How.. How did you” Hermione stuttered disbelieving what she saw.
“I bought it yesterday. I sent letters to some friends to see if they knew of a good place to stay. Sure enough Bill said he and Fleur where moving to Paris. He named a price and I payed double for it.” Harry said before looking away embarrassed, he hadn't meant to add the last part.
Hermione laughed, only Harry would be so kind. “He sent the extra money back didn't he”.
Harry blushed and nodded “So how do you like our new home Hermione”.
It still hadn't sunk in “Our home” she repeated.
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As they sat in the silence of the living room, Harry whispered out loud the words that had been haunting his head.
“In order to get the things you want, you can't let sympathy or empathy get in your way”. Harry noticed Hermione was staring at him.
Harry explained, “That's what Ron said to me. He had my wand but said he wasn't working for Voldemort. What he said might as well have been from Voldemort's mouth. I feel like we are missing something. What the bloody hell does Ron want.”
“I know he wants the stone” Hermione said without thinking.
“The stone was destroyed...wait” he looked at Hermione. “Was it destroyed.....how could it be destroyed.” It was like a light bulb went off in his head. He had been so overwhelmed by everything he hadn't really thought about the fate of the stone....but it was all to clear now.
Harry began to approach Hermione who was now turning pale. “You have it don't you. WHERE IS IT!!!” Harry yelled intensely .
Hermione backed against the wall as Harry looked at her with a madness she had never seen in him before.
“WHERE IS IT HERMIONE!!!!”
“NO HARRY!” Hermione screamed raising her wand, Harry froze with shock. As she continued.
“I WON'T LET YOU HAVE IT. I WON'T LET IT CORRUPT YOU!! I WON'T LET IT DESTROY YOU!!”
Harry looked at her blinking “Hermione I don't want that Stone.....I will not let you go through what I did.......I just want to protect you....it will kill you...I can't....”
Hermione nodded with understanding, His madness was out of fear. She realized he was still deeply scared by Ginny's death. Hermione reached into her pocket to take out the stone.......nothing.
“Its gone” Hermione whispered now completely pale.
How could this have happened. She had the stone on her person at all times.
Then she remembered how Ron threw himself at her. How she felt his disgusting hands move around her waist...into he pockets....
“HE STOLE IT!!!” Hermione screamed and ran to the fire place. The fire engulfed her but viciously spat her back out, throwing her against the wall. The wards of 12 Grimmauld Place were up and strong to keep Hermione and Harry out.
“Hermione are you OK” Harry yelled running to her side.
“Ron has the stone, it's what he has been after from the beginning. This is all a big game of chess to him and he has been playing us”. Hermione moaned in defeat.
There was nothing worse in the world for Hermione then the idea of getting outsmarted by Ron. Even when they where friends. So for it to happen now too such a degree was nothing short of devastating for her.
“Then why help Voldemort. Why take my wand if he isn't working for him”. Harry asked something still felt missing.
Hermione though for a moment Ron was clearly good at steeling things the stone, the wand....
Hermione's head snapped up. “Harry where's your invisibility cloak”.
Harry looked in his suitcase for the cloak but as Hermione suspected it too was gone.
“GOD DAM IT” Harry yelled in frustration.
“He has stolen the cloak, he has stolen the stone, and he stole a wand.” Hermione said putting together mental notes.
“My wand” Harry added, “and then practically gave it back”.
“A wand that was fixed by the elder wand Harry. I read about it, wands can sometimes be repaired with the wand that has been used positively on it”.
“Draco” Harry yelled in realization. “He must have found the elder wand in Dumbledore's tomb and broke it trying to take it out.”
“That is why they wanted your wand. Voldemort must have the elder wand. Ron is helping Voldemort fix the elder wand so he can steal it for himself”. Hermione sill felt something was missing but the peaces where falling into place.
“So Ron is after the Deathly Hallows but why? How the Hell is he going to take the elder wand from Voldemort?” Harry sat down in frustration. What the hell was Ron doing. Why was he turning his back on everything and everyone he cared about it was.....
“What is this?” Hermione asked her voice almost a pitch higher.
Harry looked to see she was flipping through one of Ginny's old books that he kept with him. It was not an unusual book except for something written in it......a strange ruin symbol.
“Around the time Ginny must have found the stone. She became obsessed with it...”
“So did Ron” Hermione interrupted causing Harry's eyes to widen. “I had found him passed out one day with this ruin painted on the wall. He would obsess over the ruin and try to figure out what it meant. He said he could erase the past with it but he needed to ask people who never could answer. I found it really cryptic so I put a stop to it. Knowing him though, he probably just hid it better. Harry if Ginny learned this ruin from the stone”.
“Then either Ginny showed Ron the ruin....or showed Ron the stone”. Harry whispered he couldn't hide the sadness in his voice. “Hermione when did you first notice him with the ruin.”.
“1 months after Ginny's death”.
There could be no more doubt. Ron was under the influence of the stone and had been for a very long time.
“Ginny....must have turned him against me.... She wants him to finish what she started and kill me”. Harry shook. “It won't be hard..it's my fault shes dead.”
Harry tearfully looked at Thermionic, who had her hand on his shoulder. He sat down head in hands. “You want to know how she died Hermione......”
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Voldemort was in the middle of setting the biggest fire the wizarding world had ever seen. Ollivander's may not have been the biggest store but the fire was so high the clouds had blocked the peak from view. It had taken time to set the wands on fire with out them blowing up in his face but when they did it was spectacular.
Voldemort admired his work as Draco slowly moved to his side. Draco's face was more disfigured then anyone would've dreamed of. His nose was mostly missing along with one of his ears. His left eye was hidden beneath an eye patch so that was probably missing too. The rest of his face was viciously scared.
Voldemort was gazing at his work when he saw something in the corner of his eye. It couldn't be....It was his father!!!
“Why did you kill me Tom” The spirit spoke to Voldemort as if he where a child.
“How are you here?” Voldemort whispered in shock before his face contorted in rage
“You killed your family, you shed your blood” Tom riddle spoke again like the ghost he was.
“Your blood was worthless, you are less then a Mud blood”. Voldemort hissed not thinking rationally. His hatred for the spirit blinded him as he took out his own wand. Suddenly something unseen snatched the Elder wand from his hand and pressed it to this throat.
Voldemort heard a whisper in his hole of an ear while Draco was suddenly frozen to the floor. “You may be the more powerful wizard but I've never lost a game of chess in my life.” The voice chuckled. “You want to win the game you need all the peaces. You want to be the Master of Death the Elder wand isn't enough. You need all three Deathly Hallows and you need the secret of the stone. You once had this stone in your hands but you never used its true power as I will. You see in the end..”
“IT WAS YOU ALL ALONG WHO WAS TOO WEAK TO SEEK IT!!!!!!!!!”
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